About 10 years ago, I was sitting in my parents living room on a weekend morning and John Gillespie’s Waters Woods was on TV. This is pretty typical. For as long as I can remember, my dad’s morning routine on Saturday or Sunday involved watching John while enjoying his coffee and breakfast.

This particular episode was different, though. It was a rare instance when John ventured outside of Wisconsin. He was in Arizona catching, what appeared to be, comically large bluegills. These things were the size of dinner plates.